Mother, How’s the Weather?

The truth is there is no single

reality.  She could be a fierce

farm girl chucking bales of hay

to get it done, cause these men take

too damn long. Everyone has a


unique perspective on how to predict

the weather. She shakes her head, Whatever,

go make asses of yourselves, but it’s a frosty day


in Hell before you make a fool outta me! 


1 Comment

  1. The opening line sets the tone of the poem…and interesting write.

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